Slenderman Boyfriend (complete)

    It’s been a long time since I’ve been here. Opening up the portal into the mist and darkness of the trees, I can feel the nostalgia wrap around me. I’ve traveled through a lot of places, different dimensions, and universes, meeting all sorts of people and creatures along the way. This one has always held a special place in my heart. This dimension and the person in it who I consider a very close friend.

    I take a few steps, wondering if he even knows I’m here yet. I had promised him that I would visit regularly, but time gets the best of us. As I step through the fog, I see a vortex emerge. The mist swirls and collects, rising up into a tall, slender stalk. Arms grew out, at least six, pure white and clawed at the ends in jagged fingers. The pale, moon head rises up, and despite there not being eyes I can feel him staring at me.

    “You made me wait,” he hisses, his voice echoing from everywhere and nowhere. 

    “Sorry,” I shrug. “I really didn’t mean to.”

    He lowers down, a dark suit grows over his body. He looks me over, gives me a good sniff. He then chuckles. “Better late than never, young lady.” He nuzzles to my cheek and moans softly. “You’re so very warm.”

    I chuckle and wrap my arms around him. “It’s good to see you, sir.”

    “Likewise,” he greedily palms my rear. “Oh, my.”

    I slap his hand away. “Don’t say it!” I laugh.

    “What's there to say?” he asks, tilting his head.

    I frown at him. “I know I’ve put on some extra weight. So don’t say anything about it. I’m trying to work it off.”

    “That wasn’t what I had on my mind,” he chuckles. He stretches out a long, tentacle arm and cups my cheek. His finger smooths across my bottom lip, and he sighs. “I remembered how nice and soft your body is. How good it feels to hold it and squeeze it,” he growls, his voice so close to my ear.

    My cheeks burn, and I look up at him. “Your old, skinny bones must be giving you such a problem,” I tease.

    He snorts. “It’s hard to touch yourself when your hands are like mine,” he throws back at me. “Besides, you’ve spoiled me.”

    I giggle. “Ok, ok, all pleasantries aside,” you wave your hand out.

    “Oh, was I supposed to be pleasant?” He stands full, towering over you with his height. I follow him through the woods as he leads you to his lair.

    I look up at him, admiring his moon glowing skin. Sure, he’s tall and rakishly thin, but he can pull hands out of nowhere and touch me wherever I needed it. I adore him, and he has always held a special place in my heart. In fact, I’ve struggled for a long time to convince myself it wasn’t love. He takes me into his lair, a dark, sprawling place that seems endless and nothing at the same time.

    He takes my hand and lifts me up, setting me down on something soft in the inky void. I lay out on it, spreading out and sighing softly. “I forgot what a good host you were.”

    “If I were truly a good host, you would never forget it,” he hands you a glass, and it’s cold in my hands. I take a long drink from the dark fluid inside and sigh.

    He sits down beside me, nuzzling to my exposed neck and shoulder. A white hand pulls down my top, revealing my breasts to him. He shudders, a deep sigh filling the void he’s brought me to.

    “I missed you,” he whispers.

    “Are you talking to my tits?” I scoff.

    He nuzzles between them, using his hands to smash them around his head. “No?” 

    I chuckle, taking another drink before setting it aside and laying back, letting him play and have his fun. He then lifts his head, and he crawls up towards me. I take his head between my palms and kiss the smooth surface where his face should be.

    “I did miss you,” I whisper.

    “Then why stay gone?” He growls. He dips in for another kiss. “Why keep me waiting, Audrey?”

    I whimper softly as his hands caress me. Looking up, I see tentacles sprout out from his back and come to coil around me. They tighten around my wrists, lifting my arms above my head. I do love this part.

    “I don’t want to...it’s just-” I sigh as he pulls off my clothes, his tentacles squeezing my plump thighs and opens my legs.

    He growls into my ear. “You’ve never hesitated to talk to me before,” he says. “Whats wrong?”

    I look up at him, gazing into his pale, featureless face. “Let me go for a second.”

    He does so, recoiling his tentacles and letting me sit up. “What’s wrong?” He touches my cheek. “Tell me.”

    “I have feelings for you,” I murmur. “And...I don’t want to be a disappointment to you,” I look up at him again.

    He tilts his head. “How would you ever disappoint me, Audry?” He asks.

    I sigh and glance back down. “Because well...I mean...with my powers and everything, I do get around a lot.”

    “I know. That’s how we met.” he slips his hand under my chin and lifts it up. “I didn’t care then. I don’t care now.” He slips a tentacle between my thighs, rubbing against my slit. “I care about you,” he says. “I want you to express your feelings.”

    I whimper softly, rolling my hips to meet his tentacle. I bite my lip, grinding myself to him. I can hear his shallow breathing, raspy and deep in my ear. I gasp and look up at him. He captures my face in his hand, and I watch as his mouth opens. Like fabric ripping and stretching his mouth widens. Inside are rows of sharp teeth and a dark red tongue. His tongue stretches out, licking my lips and slipping inside. I moan softly, sucking his tongue and I rub against him.

    He pulls back and sighs. “Tell me, Audry.”

    I whimper. “I love you,” I shiver, a few tears rolling down my cheek. 

    “That’s what I thought.” He tentacle pulls away, and he pushes me back down into the soft void. One tentacle wraps around my wrists, holding them above my head. Two more coil around my thighs, opening them wide. He hovers above me, and he licks at his chops.

    “Hmm,” he purrs. “I’ve never made love before. I’ve fucked a lot, but never made love.” He strokes his hand down my center. He then crawls on top of me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth and down my throat. His fingers rub along my slit, teasing me and opening me.

    His growls and snarls feel the inky blackness. I can feel his need for me grow and grow. His tongue slips out, and he kisses down my chest. His long, red tongue coils around my breast while a hand gropes the other. He drags his jagged teeth gently across the nipple, tormenting me with how dangerous he is.

    “Sir,” I whimper.

    He chuckles, his fingers plunging into my wet depths. “I’m going to have my fun with you tonight. You’ve made me wait for so long, not just in time, but for holding back.”

    I whimper and gasp, my legs twitch as his fingers turn into tentacles inside me. They writhe and jerk, pressing against tender spots that make my toes curl.

    He bites my breast and sucks on the nipple. His tongue wraps around the hard peak, squeezing it and then he pulls back. “I don’t mind that you have a body that enjoys touch.” He lifts my rear off the bed, and my shoulders push back into it. He gropes my rear, kissing it and his tongue slithers to meet his fingers inside me.

    He pulls his fingers out, and I whimper in disappointment. He kisses my folds and drags his teeth along my thighs. “Don’t cry just yet, my love,” he purrs. His tongue slips inside me, and he growls. Inside, his tongue grows thicker and hotter. It pushes deep inside me, squirming and writhing. I cry out, shuddering and clamping my thighs around his head. He slurps and moans, sounding very much like a starving man at a feast. 

    I quiver with his touch. His hands coming out of nowhere to pet me and stroke me all over. He gropes my breasts, a finger presses down on my tongue. All these sensations soon drive me over the edge. I squeak and feel my core erupt. The heat that flows through every nerve and makes not only my toes curl but the arches of my feet ache. My fingers even twitch. I cum hard for him, coating his tongue in my thick cream.

    He pulls back, drooling heavily. He snarls and lays me back down on the bed. “Even I felt that way,” he chuckles. He strokes my body as I continue to tremble. “I could watch you all night like this,” he sighs. “So beautiful. All mine.” I feel him rub against me. His thick, long coat coating itself in my wetness. I feel it twitch and curl, the tip spears at me then he slides it away.

    “What are you doing?” I whimper.

    “Having fun is all,” he pants. He grinds against me, and I twitch. My clit feels so sensitive that even the slightest touch makes me jerk. 

    He growls, and his tentacles raise my legs up more. I look down, watching his thick cock press into me. I whimper, biting my lip as I feel my slit stretch to take him. I moan, arching my back and throwing my head back as he fills me. No one makes me feel as good as he does. 

    He grunts, heaving as he plunges deeper and deeper into me. I feel his hand on my belly and glancing down. I see a bulge where he moves inside me. He leans down, licking my lips and ear. “Say it again,” He whispers to me. “Please. I need to hear it.”

    I roll my hips, grinding him inside me. I whimper softly and kiss his long neck. “I love you,” I whisper. “I love you.”

    He shivers, and I feel his cock twitch inside me. He thrusts his hips, bucking deeper. I squeak, feeling him so deep was always a pleasant surprise. He grunts and snarls, breathing hard. His mouth hangs open, and his tongue lolls out. He pulls all the way out and rubs himself to me again before plunging back inside. I whimper, loving the feeling of him stuffing me so full.

    He then grabs my hips and rolls inside me. He slowly starts a rhythm, moving inside me. He begins to pick up the pace, thrusting a little harder now. He then rises up, his back arching in a distorted way. He starts moving harder and harder. I feel him deep inside of me, hitting all the way back inside. I cry out, shivering and trembling. His finger pressed against my tongue and I gaze up at him, seeing a wild-looking creature above me. He’s beautiful and terrifying all at once.

    All around me I hear his pleasured snarls and moans. The vibrate and echo all around, adding to my pleasure. I love knowing he’s enjoying himself and using me to do it. I cry out, feeling another surge of pleasure erupt from my core. My moans, shivering. Inside I feel him writhe and twitch. He stills for a moment and pants, his tongue licking his chops and he shivers. He looks at me, and I look at him. Suddenly, he drives hard and fast, shaking me and making me scream with ecstasy. 

    He fills me, his load thick and hot inside me. He snarls and roars, gasping for breath. His body trembles with each warm gush. He then collapses, falling on top of me and nuzzling between my breasts.

    I giggle, petting him and kissing the top of his head. My body feels weak and used, and even the small effort of holding him takes a lot.

    He wheezes, snarling and licking my skin. “Holy shit,” he moans.

    “Did you have fun?” I coo.

    He reaches out, taking the glass and gulping down a drink. “Too much.” he looks at me and helps me up so I can get a sip. “How do you feel?”

    “From the waist down I’m numb,” I chuckle. “So I’m certain you’ve done your damage.” I relax as he cuddles to me, his tentacles wrapping me up protectively. 

    “I’ve done quite a bit,” he nuzzles to the top of my head. “You should see the mess I made.” He reaches down, cupping between my legs. 

    I look up at him and smile softly. “Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

    “Huh?” he grunts. 

    I pet down his chest. “I said it. Don’t you want to say it back to me at all?” I flutter my lashes at him. “You might get a reward if you say it.”

    He grunts and nuzzles to my ear. I feel a soft breath, and I close my eyes. He runs his fingers through my hair. 

    “Why do I need to say it if you already know it?” He asks.

    “Didn’t it feel nice when I said it?” I ask.

    He chuckles softly. “Ok, whatever,” he murmurs. “I love you,” his voice is gentle and warm. “I always have, so there is no reason for you to worry about a thing. As long as you’re happy I am happy.”

    I wrap my arms around him and hold him tight. I sniffle lightly, feeling happy and scared all at the same time. I know there is no reason for me to be afraid, I just can’t help it. I’ve never loved someone before, let alone say it out loud. I hold him tight, never wanting to let go. If I could, I would want this moment to last forever.

    “Say it,” he whispers.

    I smile and kiss his cheek. “I love you,” I tell him. “You’re the absolute best of the best, and I will make sure you know that constantly.”

    He gropes my rear, squeezing it greedily. “I know you will,” he whispers.